Entry for the "Hogwarts Fair 2014" - Minigolf
Madam Pomfrey is running around to and fro across the fair tending to sick and injured students and has now arrived at the mini golf course to clear up a large pool at vomit at the next hole. It won't take long, just a simple cleaning spell, but you're a little impatient nonetheless. Write a short fic (under 500 words) about Poppy Pomfrey that also features another minor character.
Entry for the "Speed Drabble" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"
Dialogue:"I know the truth"
words: "Azkaban" "ripped" "slippery" "uncertain" and "waiting."
I hope you like it :)
"I know the truth."
Poppy's voice was low, sounding a little bit uncertain, maybe frightened as she talked to the scarred man in front of her.
"I don't know what you mean," he said, but she looked through this facade. She had known him for a very long time, she knew the way he articulated himself, how he walked, how he smiled. And how he acted around her.
"You are not Alastor Moody," Poppy answered, waiting for the man to respond while fear started to rise inside of her. She knew that it had been foolish to walk out on this slippery terrain without knowing who her true opponent was. Hell, if someone disguised himself as a powerful and respected auror, something had to be wrong. Maybe this person had escaped from Azkaban, or at least belonged there! She cursed herself for not thinking about everything before acting.
Suddenly, the silence between them was ripped apart by the sound of the wooden leg slamming on the floor as he closed the distance between them, grabbing her by the throat and pressing her against the wall.
"You will keep quiet, Pomfrey, or I will kill you," he hissed dangerously, a slightly maniac twinkle in his eyes. "Or should I rather kill the real Alastor Moody?!"
Barty Crouch junior grinned inwardly as the nurse obeyed with a hurried nod, tears in her eyes as he let go of her. He was sure that he would have no problems with her in the future.